That person with whom I can talk about anything, either silly or perhaps a matter of importance, has already gone to sleep. I can not believe that I met her months ago and she seemed so common to me, so equal among the others, so extroverted and crazy that I did not think to get along with her at some point in my life.
I remember the moment he spoke to me, it was something meaningless, a somewhat different way and an unexpected moment. I already knew his name, it was easy for me to remember him -Being bad to remember names-, so at that moment I was able to know more about this person. Her charisma, her crazy way of being, her personality began to please me with the passing of days and the more I knew about her, the more secure I became and the more vulnerable she became, as I also opened doors to my life and to each part of my soul.
randomheadermoradoThis is not a love story, much less a story of pain. It is a fragment of my life, in which I want to make known the importance that person has in me, in my infinite and incoherent thoughts. I thank God for his life, for the moments that he has allowed me to share with her, to hear her and to see her in a unique way when her smile goes from ear to ear ... She is really beautiful.
